Poem: Cliff

 

Cliff

 

weary basalt

hangs plump over sea,

cubic honeycomb,

geological snakeskin

shedding shedding

so many millennia

to cry in relief.

 

not agile or bright

as ocean or sun,

a prometheus pummeled

while water and heat look on

not one iota awed

by the patience of this martyr.

 

we humans

hike-climb-swim-swarm-

chat-photo-film-selfie-feast,  

chirr-chirr-chirring our trill-word sounds,

gone so quick as we generate,

mere specks to the gales 

of the erosion of our dreams.

 

maybe the cliff cries for us,

insular in unheard empathy,

each tear a foamy splash,

tons and tons in a lifetime,

so much heaviness,  

but still the sadness remains,

duly unremittent, justice-bound,

inevitable.

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9/8/25 struggle onward... 

7/20/25 ... eds 

10/10 mod

10/7/24 fixed typo

9/20/24 eds 

Entities with empathy on this planet are often surrounded by a lack of empathy.